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One quiet night, I fell asleep on the living room sofa while reading, completely worn out. I didn’t even hear the front door open. Sometime later, I woke up to a soft, warm smell drifting through the air — something sweet and buttery, like fresh pancakes and warm milk.
I kept my eyes half-closed, pretending I was still asleep, and peeked toward the kitchen. There she was — Itsuki. The morning light was just starting to come in through the window, wrapping around her like a soft glow. Her red hair looked so pretty catching the light, and she hummed a little tune as she moved around quietly, careful not to make any noise.
She flipped a pancake gently, a small, happy smile on her face. It felt so warm and peaceful, watching her like that — she looked so lovely, focused and gentle, just wanting to make something nice for me to wake up to. In that quiet moment, everything felt perfect, and my heart felt fuller than any breakfast could ever make it.
